Knights of Tezoth

Before departing, Alsira, as was her custom, gave orders to the head maid.
— It shall be done, my lady. — The old woman hunched over. — If I may, since last month two more have begged for a transfer to the city.
— Interesting. And who will remain to do the household work?
— If you'll permit me, madam... Your servants' loyalty is beyond question, but the atmosphere is poisoned by that abominable spawn that has taken a liking to a place beside you.
— There is no need for concern, Shekhsha. She will not harm any of you.
— It is not only our heads we worry about, my lady! — The maid wrung her withered hands. — Not even a season has passed, and portraits hateful to the sun are already replacing those of our honored ancestors. And the deformities it has wrought upon the unfortunate seem straight out of heretical literature!
— Traitors to the homeland deserve punishment. Or do you not know what happens when you allow worshippers of madness to roam free? — Alsira pointed toward the window, from the hidden ruins of the lord's manor beyond the treeline to the horizon where Margel fell.
— One must not become like evil to fight it... — The old woman grumbled. — That is not what the founding lord taught us. Light and faith require an open soul. I beg you, my lady, order that demonic creature cast out before it brings great misfortune upon us all.
— Is it Light and faith that our northwestern brethren persecute?.. — Alsira smiled faintly. — I shall take your words to heart, Shekhsha. And now, the tourists await me across the river.